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Out of Sorts
My place in the world has been usurped
I’ve been kicked out physically
I’ve been evicted internally
My flavour has been changed
My sweetness has been altered
I have less fat and less sugar
I am almost suitable for vegetarians
I feel odd. Like I don’t belong
Like a drip looking for a puddle
Like a chip looking for some dip
Like a bullet looking for a gun
Like a shit looking for a flush
I’ve been feeling out of sorts
I am kinda me, but not me
I am becoming what am required
I am evolving into what you demand
I am being assimilated borgesque
What was the point of my surrender?
My individuality lies in tatters
My true self consistently attacked
You ensured I was diluted
You ensured I was moulded
Into your desired minion
Still:
The glint of this bayonet
Gives me hope
That a little piece
Of me still exists
Well; enough to see you dead
All this time I have lived for you
I’ve surrendered,
I’ve bled for you
Now it’s your turn
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